Page 149 of Forbidden Fate

“Yes.”

“When?”

She reached for my hand.

I almost pulled away.

I didn’t.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“That means never.”

She frowned. “No. It means I don’t know.”

“Do you know who he is?”

Her fingers closed around mine. “Yes.”

That surprised me.

I had expected another lie. “You do?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Then tell me.”

She looked away. “I can’t.”

Anger surged again. “Why?”

“Because I just can’t.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Maybe.”

I pounded a fist on the table. “It is.”

“Maybe,” she said again. She lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Do you know why I named you Cruz?”

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“Because it means cross.”

I groaned. “Mamá.”

“Like the cross Jesus died on.”

“I know what a cross is.”

“Do you?”

“I’m hardly going to be the savior of humanity.”

She laughed.

That laugh. God.